Gin watched it disintegrate. No Pyreflies erupted from it like they would have from something living, or a Hollow. It simply broke down, hissing like something deflating, or melting in the sun.

"Bye bye," he said, cheerfully.

It was a strange thing. It wasn't like anything else he'd seen. He doubted it was like anything anybody had seen, come to think of it. There were stories of gods, and the creation of creatures, and all sorts of other nonsense, but he hadn't considered it anything more than superstitious mythology until that had shot out of the ground before his eyes. Maybe there was something more to the stories, maybe there wasn't.

"Well then," he said, sheathing his Zanpakuto, effectively putting his Bankai, and the associated reiatsu, away. "Time to go."